My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

night.

At Mrs. Gu's birthday party.

The Gu family's status in the imperial capital was not low, so the people invited to the banquet were all well-respected people in the imperial capital.

A lot of people have come to the huge banquet venue, and most of the men came with their wives or children.

"Oh, Mrs. Song is really nice to see you. I didn't expect you to come to Mrs. Gu's banquet too."

"Yes, I really didn't expect it. I heard that something happened to Mrs. Song's house, and I thought that Mrs. Song was not in the mood to attend this kind of banquet!"

The people at the banquet are basically men and women talking about business or chatting separately.

Therefore, not long after entering the banquet, Fang Yueqiu separated from her husband and son, and came to the woman's side to greet people she knew.

Unexpectedly, before she walked over, someone found her and stabbed her with a yin and yang tone.

Fang Yueqiu was a little angry in her heart, but she still had a faint and dignified smile on the surface, which made it impossible to pick out any thorns.

"Can the two of you speak human words? If you can't speak human words, go home and learn!"

Before Fang Yueqiu spoke, a woman in a light blue dress helped her out first.

The woman in the light blue dress was Fang Yueqiu's best friend Mao Yahui, and the two were also college classmates.

"Yueqiu, these people are just jealous of you, don't pay attention to them and let them feel sorry for themselves."

Mao Yahui walked over to hold Fang Yueqiu's arm and said loudly on purpose.

Obviously, she said these words more deliberately to the two women who stabbed Fang Yueqiu with a yin and yang tone.

"Mrs. Zhang, what you said is a bit too much, right? We are just worried about the situation at Mrs. Song's house, and we only care about a few words with good intentions. How can we not speak human words!"

One of the women who secretly stabbed Fang Yueqiu, that is, Mrs. Ma, said with an unsightly face.

"That's right, could it be wrong for us to care about Mrs. Song?" Another slightly chubby woman, Mrs. Wu, echoed with an equally bad face.

"It's funny, you care? Do you care so much about people?" Mao Yahui has always been straight-minded, and she didn't hide the contempt for Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Wu on her face.

"Thank you for your concern, my family is fine, and my family is fine." Fang Yueqiu spoke at the right time before Mrs. Nama spoke.

"Yahui, let's sit over there."

After Fang Yueqiu finished speaking to the two women, she gestured to the sofa not far away, and said with a smile to her girlfriend who was holding her.

Before leaving, he still nodded politely to the two women.

"Yueqiu, why are you still so good-natured? Every time those two people see you, they are yin and yang. If it were me, I would have pointed their noses at them and scolded them."

After sitting down, Mao Yahui said angrily.

Fang Yueqiu smiled and patted her on the back, motioning her to stop being angry, "It's nothing to be angry about, it's not common anyway."

Mao Yahui rolled her eyes speechlessly for her best friend's words that have remained unchanged for ten thousand years.

"I'm not going to talk about this topic, so as not to hold back and make me feel uncomfortable." Mao Yahui covered her chest, looking like 'I surrendered'.

"I know you're good for me, but there's really no need to care about them." Fang Yueqiu couldn't help laughing when she saw that her best friend was the same as before.

"Okay, okay, don't care if you don't care... hey? Yueqiu, why do I think you seem to be a lot whiter?"

Mao Yahui, who was originally helpless, suddenly noticed her best friend's face that couldn't turn white, and suddenly turned a lot white!